A poem inspired by the gnostic Sophia as she grows into her urge to see God's mind from a pile of dung and her anger at her suffering.
Sophia Had To Suffer
Sophia had to suffer,
she had lost her sanity.
Sophia had to suffer
to survive in a schizophrenic shatter
to make a landscape of matter.
Sophia had to suffer.
Wisdom drops down.
She landed down
as a pile of shit.
She sees through It.
She grows from It.
She's mad at It.
One day,
She will end up repelling It.
